A walk in winter is a gift. Often I am cold and the wind is blowing and things look a bit dreary. The next day the sun shines through the branches and I notice the dried petals of the Oak Leaf Hydrangea. If she can stand it outside then certainly I can.
"Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her
family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth." - Hugh Macmillan